Ares couldn't help but laugh in spite of himself at that, though it wasn't a happy laugh and carried a few overtones of rock grating on rock like it was rusty and didn't get used much. In truth, he seldom had reason to laugh, so that was a pretty accurate statement out the, well, the state of his laugh. "Still, sex in a canoe is better than no sex at all. Besides, in a canoe, you have the added excitement of rocking to hard and tipping it."
Signalling the blond back, he order them another round, something a bit stronger this time, his eyes letting the girl know she'd been chosen for later. She'd probably been trying to catch his eye anyway, Ares reasoned. Women all did. No matter how obvious it was that he was not a nice man and not a good catch and definitely not tamable to their hand, they all still tried. Maybe because they knew that. Or maybe because they were desperate for any scraps of power and some part of them buried somewhere recognized that he represented that.
Another man joined the first in the cage. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only a pair of jeans, and his muscles rippled the way men's muscles were supposed to. Ares perked up in interest at that, enough that he hardly noticed when Blondie brought them shots of tequila and bottles of Negro Modelo. Maybe this would shut his nephew up?